For All Wrong Reasons by Hemina
For all wrong reasons,
struggling to find identity.
I've seen each passing season,
the basis for my calamity.
Oh, I've stolen things,
ah, I've fought and I've killed.
There, have I proved my worth now?
This, it's all that I've known.
For all wrong reasons,
struggling to find identity.
I've seen each passing season,
the basis for my calamity.
Oh, we've circled in rings,
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